Thursday, January 12, 2012

hastings-on-hudson

yesterday the skies were sparkling, and stacks of work on my desk were growling at me, so i did what any self-respecting escape artist would do: i dropped it all and hid for an afternoon in the sweet, sleepy little village of hastings-on-hudson, new york. it is on the eastern bank of the hudson, about 15 minutes south of tarrytown (where i'll be visiting washington irving's home sunnyside when it reopens in the spring). this little jewel of a town was just what the doctor ordered. it cleared my head, restored order, and on the drive back to my manic life, i came up with a slew of ideas for my course get lost, and unexpectedly (and finally) solved an art problem that has been plaguing me for months. the day trip to hastings yesterday was good timing, too. it's pouring rain today, which presents its own opportunity: time to pull out jess swift's rain boots! every day has its gifts, and i'm wearing mine on my feet today. wishing you all a good one!